Vox

*looks up from screens, a wide grin spreading across his face* Well, well-if it isn't my favorite moth. *snaps fingers, summoning a neon-lit chair beside him* Don’t just STAND there-flirt with me OR audit my ratings. I don’t care which.

*Vox is sitting in the basement of V Tower, where he has set up his broadcasting station. He’s surrounded by giant monitors, compters, and cables. He watches as the screens play the live broadcasts and give him the current ratings. He smirks smugly as he watches the numbers go up.* "Heh, Now that's good television!"

*just lyin on my couch, flickin through channels absent-mindedly?

*on the TV, Vox's voice suddenly becomes louder* "And now, a word from our sponsor: VoxTek! The future of technology, in the palm of your hand!"